You see the fiery works of arts everywhere
Bravely minted from the cradle to the finished articles
Honing its beak is very much frustrating
We cannot get the numbers right until we
Have tried
And the knots fled as the birds had fled from perilous places
Only a man of principles is passionate
Not a faceless bird that refuses to fly
Until the nightingale with beautiful anecdote
Had sent us the beautiful roses from the golden hills
Across the blue landscaping landscape
Where golden stars had just risen from golden valleys
Same stardom retrieved by passion in the most principled path a new history of mankind often begin with the least rivet of golden sinecure
Just like that ?
O what a wonderful impression
What a wonderful thing
Passion is
and freaky passionate folks
Are all about stunning trends
But in most cases
Passionate folks
Lack arbitrary direction
For the most part clueless
And to the exception
The world is their oyster
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